“After all, it is summer. You are on holiday. You are in the company of your own choosing. The air is clean. You can smell wild fennel and thyme, dry resinous pine needles, the sea. For my part, I ask no greater luxury. Indeed I can think of none”
O‘Neill says “I don‘t return to Elizabeth David to remember how to cook, I read her to remember how I wanted to live and why I learned to cook in the first place.” I completely agree.